>>5429006>>5429062>>5429091>>5429129Argh, since the only thing having three votes is the question about the Dark arts so I made it short.
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Your first question was to the woman in black, you didn't want to seem weak and tell your sorriness for her loss but when you heard about dark arts you were worried. The only other people dressed in black were some monks, priests and witches ! And this woman looked like she was one of them, of course the most terrible witches were normally ugly old hags but sometimes they could take appearance of young women to fool young lads and bring them to sabbaths and other degenerate rituals. And maybe this young woman was just beginning in witchcraft, so you asked.
-Tell me lady Wizza, what kind of dark arts are you talking about ?
You frowned and looked at her and she seemed to be intimidated, talking very softly. Unfortunately her whispers were inaudible from your throne and so you told.
-If you speak it is for me to listen. Stop whispering.
The small cagot armed like a poor urban militiaman came to her rescue.
-My lord, lady Wizza, is quite shy and not accustomed to be the center of attention. She is a brave companion but prefers the company of the dead above the one of the living. She studies the many arts of necromancy and has a licence, you have nothing to fear from her.
You were not a well read man and did not understood this latin term but Brother Louis, who was in the room, drew his blade, hearing this, to the astonishment of everyone, the adventurers followed while the Templar, who knew latin, spoke.
-She consorts with the dead and calls spirits ! Like the witch of Endor who called back the spirit of Samuel on the orders of king Saül ! She consorts with the devil my lord ! Our Holy Church forbids such creatures from stepping into any house !
The witch tried to tell something but became red and had trouble speaking while Godefroi drew his sword and Ancel screamed.
-Mortecouille ! Satanry ! She will curse us and change us into frogs messire ! We must cut her down before she does it !
And he unsheathed his cutlass. Everyone screamed and the ladies tried to leave the rooms, the adventurers raised their weapons and your guardsmen did the same, even if they hesitated. The cagot tried to calm everyone, telling you.
-But... But... But... My lord, knights and... I do not know who this redhead is but... Please, remain calm, she has a legal licence, and we do not lynch necromancers anymore when they serve a good cause... She never has risen the dead to cause harm to good people...
